I'Ll Be Back
I'm no good at trimming trees,
Cut right through them like a breeze.
Snipping here and snipping there,
Like someone without a care.
Make no-sense to hire someone,
For I've already begun.
I always start way-down low,
Fast and fiery as I go.
Where blossoms are crunchy brown,
Still and quiet on the ground.
Branches green and full of leaves,
Without one trace of disease.
Stopping here and stopping there,
As fragments fall everywhere.
Leaving the trees very thin,
While I stand and scratch my chin.
I'll trim just a little more,
For I am a conqueror.
Upward with my best attack,
Knowing next year ... I'll Be Back!
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